A Successful Marriage Ch. 09
Now that Paul was taken care of, Cynthia had half an hour to freshen up before Danny arrived. In deference to his approval of the red blouse, she chose another silk one, grey this time, complemented by a short, flared tartan skirt, black hold-ups, and red satin panties. She didn't spare the perfume. That at least was not going to be wasted on Paul either -- smell being the one sense remaining to him.
At three exactly there was a knock at the door, and there was Danny, smiling but a bit sheepish, in jeans and an open-necked shirt.
"Hi... Is it all right to come in...?"
"Course, idiot! Get in here!"
"Okay...I was wondering...that's all...your husband...you got rid of him then?"
"Got rid of him?" laughed Cynthia. "What, do you think I did him in or something?"
"No... I mean, he's going to be out for a while...I hope."
"Out? No, darling. He's upstairs in the bedroom."
Danny's mouth fell open. "What? He's here? You told me it was all taken care of!" A sudden thought crossed his mind. "I'm not into threesomes, I'm sorry..."
"Oh, Danny. Don't worry! Neither am I. Unless it was you and your twin brother. No, come and see." She beckoned him towards the stairs. He looked doubtful.
"Come on, silly. There's nothing to be frightened of!"
Puzzled, Danny followed her upstairs. She led the way into the bedroom.
"Danny, may I introduce my husband, Pauline? Pauline, this is Danny."
Danny stopped in the doorway, transfixed. He stared at the figure in the chair.
"That...that's your husband...? Why...?"
"You can speak freely. She can't hear, and she can't see. She's much better as a girl, you see, and I pretty much do what I like with her. This afternoon I thought it would be nice for us to have some privacy."
A smile spread slowly over Danny's face. He...she...looks like Alice in Wonderland...but also like one of those rubber sex dolls... Can she really not hear us?"
"Not at all. She's listening to music. She's quite happy. We can get up to whatever we like."
"What?" He stared. "You mean here, in front of him...her?"
"Just think of her as a doll. A big, blue-eyed doll, who sees nothing, hears nothing, and knows nothing." She sat down on the side of the bed. "Now come here and let me see that lovely prick of yours."
Danny hesitated. Then with a grin and a shrug, he went and sat down next to her. Her perfume enveloped him, and her hand sought his crotch.
"Oh, Danny...it's already big..."
"Cos I've been thinking about you all day. I had to stop myself jerking off."
"I should hope so!" She pushed him back onto the bed, and slowly unzipped his jeans. There was no hesitation this time. His penis burst out, swelling and hardening before her eyes, the head, glistening with his juices, thrusting forth from its sheath. Cynthia drew a deep breath.
"Get up onto the bed properly. I want to examine this more closely."
Danny lay on the bed. Cynthia dropped on her knees next to the bed, with her face level with his penis, and wrapped her fingers lovingly around the shaft. A gentle squeeze was enough to elicit a groan of pleasure from Danny, and a profuse emission from the tip of his member. Gently, she began to move her hand up and down, staring at it with concentrated fascination.
"I love your prick, Danny. It's beautiful. And it's so juicy -- I just want to suck that juice all up. Do you know? If we'd had another couple of minutes in the stationery room, I could easily have cum, just from sucking you."
"Oh...ah...really? I'm not surprised. You're the sexiest girl I've ever met."
Cynthia purred. The sexiest "girl". Surely that was just flattery. But flattery gratefully received. She demonstrated her gratitude by beginning to lick Danny's erect cock as if it were some sort of delicious ice cream, which had to be eaten before it melted. He sighed.
"Cynthia, stop, please. I don't want to cum yet. I need so badly to fuck you."
"How rude you are, sir!"
But Danny was already dragging her onto the bed. He picked her up her bodily, turned her flat on her face, then lifted her hips so that her bottom was sticking up in the air. Not even bothering to take off his jeans, he pulled aside the crotch of her panties. She was already moist. He pressed the head of his penis firmly against her pussy, and, taking it in his hand, slid it up and down, opening her up and coating her with his own secretions.
"Oh, god, Danny..." she murmured. She had started to tremble. She slid her knees apart to give him more room to manoeuvre, but he continued to tease her, pushing the tip in and then withdrawing, until she was frantic with lust.
"Danny...darling...please...just fucking ram it into me! Please! I've gotta...oh, god!!"
He had finally obliged, and now he was thrusting into her with long, steady strokes. His penis was thick, but they were both so well lubricated that it moved slickly in and out. At each stroke Cynthia pushed back as hard as she could, making the head thud against her cervix. His belly slapped noisily against her buttocks.
"You sure...ah!...he can't hear...?"
"Danny...you're so big...god, I love you..."
His pace didn't slacken for several minutes. Then all at once he froze.
"I'm gonna cum in a second. Hold on..."
He withdrew, pulled a condom out of his pocket, then pulled his clothes off and tossed them on the floor. He ripped open the packet and rolled it on. In a flash he was back inside her, holding onto her upper thighs. He resumed his pounding. The condom reduced his sensitivity, and slowly he drew back from the edge of orgasm. But Cynthia wasn't to be put off. After a minute she pulled away, turned him onto his back, climbed astride him, and rode him like a pony, clutching his hair as if it was its mane. She slid her hips firmly back and forth, using her pussy to control the movements of his penis, forcing it to oscillate inside her. He was moaning by this time, and Cynthia was almost hysterical with arousal, babbling any obscenity that entered her head.
"Cynth, not so loud..." he whispered, glancing sideways at the wide-eyed figure in the chair.
"I'm gonna make you fucking cum like a fucking fountain. Don't worry about her. She can't hear fuck all, Danny."
"But...but the whole fucking room's shaking!"
"Never mind...god, this is unbelievable...Danny?"
He had suddenly grasped the bed cover with both hands, stiffened, and, with a loud groan, he climaxed. She could feel his convulsions, and the warmth of his sperm flooding out inside her. She squeezed him with her pussy as hard as she could, making him cry out as if in pain. She was overwhelmed by an indescribable elation, and, as she looked down on his contorted face and jerking torso, a sudden access of pure joyful affection. She allowed her self to fall forward onto his chest, her pussy milking him of every last drop.
After a couple of minutes, she rolled off and lay beside him. She took his hand. They didn't speak. She glanced over at Paul. It was clear that, even though he couldn't see or hear, he knew something was going on. His head was moving from one side to the other, searching for clues. She sat up. The full condom was hanging off the end of Danny's now flaccid member, and was in danger of slipping off onto the coverlet. She detached it carefully, making sure not to spill any. She held it up.
"That was a big one, Danny!"
"I've been saving it for you." He paused. "I think he...she, knows. Look at her."
Paul was agitated, and producing little squeaks of protestation from inside his throat.
"Yeah. I guess he does."
"It was sort of exciting...feeling her there...and you being her wife, like..."
"Yeah. It was. I like teasing her myself. But if she suspects..." She contemplated the condom. "If she suspects, we might as well give her the evidence."
She slipped off the bed and went over to Paul. She gave Danny a wink. She removed the plug from his gag and put it on the floor. Then, very carefully, she stretched the mouth of the condom over the lip of the gag, and let it snap firmly in place. Danny's eyes widened.
"What...what are you going to do?"
"It's her treat. But she's never had anyone else's. She's going to be so happy."
The full condom was hanging down in front of his chin, heavy and warm. Carefully, she cupped it in her hand and fed it into the gag, and then replaced the plug. Paul was still for a moment, then began to struggle and throw his head about.
"There you are," Cynthia laughed, "I told you she'd like it. Maybe we can make some more for her later...""
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